I've been dealing with some struggles and feeling blue lately. Last night we had the missionaries over for dinner and my oldest son, AJ who recently became an elder, consulted with them privately while I was getting dinner on. He disappeared a moment, and returned wearing his good slacks and his white shirt and tie. I thought perhaps he was going to go out with the missionaries after dinner.
"I'm going to give you a blessing," he told me. I wrapped my arms around him, I was so overcome. I remember when AJ became a deacon I was so pleased to have the priesthood in my home. I've been preparing for him to advance through the years, and have looked forward to the day when he will leave for a mission. But this, to receive a priesthood blessing at my sons hands, was something I had never considered.
After dinner he laid his hands on my head and I could feel the love of my Father in Heaven come through. I knew he was speaking to me through my son. To say that my heart is full would not be enough. My gratitude to my Heavenly Father and His Son -- for my sons -- is more than my mortal heart can contain.
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